My earliest memory is of our dog Gretchen, licking me and knocking me over onto my butt, and laughing. I was outside in the screened-in-porch in the house where I grew up and I couldn't have been more than 15 or 16 months old. That memory of Gretchen -- a female Doberman Pinscher-- is my only memory of her, because she was stolen from a ( Read more... )